AN: Hi again everybody! I hope everyone's had a good week and everything. I
had a happy day because my last two classes were cancelled so I got out of
school a whole three hours early! To make it that much better, one of the
classes that got cancelled was the one with the evil professor I mentioned
the last time I updated. Any who, here this week's update and I thank you
all for reviewing! You guys rock like a box of socks!
sunni07: You'll find out what happens very soon! I promise that nothing too bad is going to happen to Niphredil.
LalaithoftheBruinen: I'm glad you like it. I'm not going to say if or when Arwen is going to see her daughter again. You'll find out eventually.
Midnight-Insomniac1532: You shall soon see what I have in store for both Arwen and Niphredil. I can't tell you how it ends.
hobbitgirl11: Here's the next chapter. I try to update on Mondays because I don't have school on Tuesdays. (I can stay up extra late to update.)
Kerla: Well, I promise there won't be very many extra sad scenes like that in here. Sad stuff, as well as some other writing styles I can do....just one I have a bit of trouble with.
Saralitazie: Well, thank you for taking the time out to review and I appreciate the luck. I'm glad you like my little tale.
pixie88: Here's some more! You'll get to see how an elf, taken out of her surroundings, responds to this Muggle world fairly soon. I'm glad you liked the song.
Lydia2: Here's an update! I hope you like it!
PixiePea000: I have my anti agent defenses in place in the form of a bunch of rebels (whom I'm sure you know) and I'm updating as fast as humanly possible. According to a certain someone I may be an intelligent AI but, alas, I'm not. Anyway, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith.
Lindiel Eryn: My sister was, literally, waiting all night for someone to thank Lord of the Rings for not being in their category. She nearly fell off the couch when she heard that guy say that. Choice as a problem comes up a lot so I decided to try my hand at it. I'm glad you liked it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Niphredil did not like this new world---not in any way, shape, or form. It was not like her home. It was noisy and smelly and the people did not look as she did. She wanted to go back to her home with its trees and the people who looked like her. People were mean and she did not understand why.
What had upset her most, out of everything that had taken place, was that people said she was here because her parents did not want her. That she had been sent away because she was strange, with weird ears and an odd lilt to her voice, and no one wanted a strange child.
She tried to tell them that her mother had made her leave because she was in danger. They just laughed at her.
The final straw had come when one of the workers had tried to take her necklace away from her. They said she was not allowed to have it because it was from her mother and no one was allowed to have anything from their parents here. Niphredil, scared that she was going to have the one thing that came from her home taken away and unable to make the humans go away, had climbed up a tree and refused to come down.
They allowed her to keep her necklace but, from that day on, they kept a careful eye on her.
Six months later...
"I think we've found the child you're looking for," gushed a blond woman in her British accent.
She was speaking to a couple both dressed in dark, conservative clothing. They looked with disdain at the children playing all around them.
"I sincerely hope you have. We've traveled many miles to get here and fit this into our very busy social calendar," said the husband, a sandy haired man wearing a suit and tie.
His name was Jay...Jay Jones.
"Does it meet all our specifications?" questioned the wife.
Like her husband she had sand colored hair. She was wore a dark colored skirt with a matching jacket and a white blouse. The mere presence of these children seemed to offend her in some way as she kept giving them dirty looks. Her given name was Katherine Jones but she preferred to be called Kay.
The blond woman, a worker at this home for abandoned and unwanted children, seemed to be taken aback by the other woman's statement. She realized, with a sad shake of her head, that with the type of money these people had, they could ask such questions.
"She's just half a year older than you requested but, other than that, she's just what you're looking for," the woman replied, trying to keep her tone light.
"Now, her age may be a problem. We were prepared to offer a large sum of money for a year old child," Jay stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Please don't be put off by her age, Mr. Jones. She's a wonderful little girl," the woman countered.
Since her arrival, no one had shown any interest in the child in question. That as attributed to the fact no one could quite figure out what this child was. She was smarter than the others her age and had shown a strange grace about her.
"Is she unusual enough?" Kay asked stiffly.
That was the key to whether or not they were going to take this child. Adopting unusual, foreign children was all the rage in their Westchester, New York community. This was the reason the Jones' had traveled all the way to London. They'd been told, by someone on the look out for a child for them, that a highly unusual little girl had been located.
"Very, even for our standards," the blond answered, "She's about a year and a half old but amazingly coordinated, speaks very well, and is quite bright."
The blond woman led the couple to a vast play yard. It was a bright, warm day and all the children were outside enjoying it.
"Let's see, where is she?" the worker wondered, aloud.
"Over there serving her time out. We just got her out of a tree, again," answered her fellow worker.
She followed his pointed finger to a lone finger sitting at a picnic table.
"Is she disobedient? I want a child who will listen and obey whatever I say," Jay snarled.
"Oh no" the woman answered, coming to the little girl's defense, "she listens very well. It's just that she likes to climb trees and we don't want her to get hurt."
She failed to mention, though, that the child liked to climb trees because she claimed that the trees could speak to her. There was no need to ring that quirk up now and, besides, the child would eventually grow out of it.
The worker walked over to the picnic table and took a long look at the little girl sitting there. She wore denim coverall shorts with flowers on both cuffs and shoulder straps. A few more flowers were sewn onto the pockets of the coveralls. Underneath the coveralls, she wore a leaf green, short sleeved t-shirt. Underneath the table were white tennis shoes and the little girls ink colored hair was pulled into a messy ponytail.
"Munchkin, I'd like you to meet the Joneses'," the worker said in a soft voice.
The little girl looked up at the couple, regarding them with dark eyes.
"Hello, how are you?" she said, her voice formal.
She, then, went back to watching the swans that were paddling around in a pond in the park across the way. She liked swans; they reminded her of the boats at home.
"What's her name?" Jay hissed to the worker.
"Ask her," the worker suggested, "You're the one looking to adopt her."
"My name is Kay and this is my husband Jay. What's your name?" Kay asked, speaking as slow as molasses.
Turning her attention away from the swans and back towards the couple, she gave the human woman a questioning look. Just because she was little, it did not mean she was not smart and could not understand what she was saying
"It is very nice to meet you. My name is Niphredil," she said, after babbling something in a strange, musical language.
"What was that?" Kay asked the worker.
"Niphredil---that's what she likes to be called, not Fred, Nippy, Dilly or anything like that---has her own little language she likes to speak," the worker said with a smile.
"We'll just have to break her of that, if we decided to take her," Kay commented to her husband.
"That is a very pretty name," Jay commented in the same molasses slow voice, "Do you know what it means?"
The little girl shrugged and went back to watching her swans. She was trying to figure out a way to get them to come over to the fence so she could see if they really looked like the carvings on the boats at home
Kay, with her discerning eye for jewelry, spied something glittering from around the child's neck.
"What's that you've got around your neck?" Kay questioned in a falsely interested tone.
Niphredil pulled her necklace out of her t-shirt, watching the light play off its surface.
"It is mine," she said, sounding slightly angry, "my nana gave it to me. You can not have it."
She turned away from Jay and Kay, stuffing the item back into her t-shirt.
Kay, meanwhile, turned to Jay who looked to the woman who had brought them over to Niphredil.
"Don't you take things like that away from them?" he bit.
"We've tried countless times but he won't let us. Other than that one item, she never says 'boo' about her parents or her nana," the worker replied.
They couple was about to start arguing with the worker-woman when a strange sounding song filled the air. The three adults looked around, trying to locate the source of the odd sounding melody.
They found the source sitting a bit away.
Niphredil had wandered away from the bench and was sitting in the grass near the surrounding fence. At the fence were two large, white swans. Somehow the little girl's singing had attracted the birds to her.
She looked over her shoulder, giving the worker an innocent smile.
"See, she is very unusual," the worker said.
"Where do we sign?" asked Kay, determined to take the strange little singer home with her.
sunni07: You'll find out what happens very soon! I promise that nothing too bad is going to happen to Niphredil.
LalaithoftheBruinen: I'm glad you like it. I'm not going to say if or when Arwen is going to see her daughter again. You'll find out eventually.
Midnight-Insomniac1532: You shall soon see what I have in store for both Arwen and Niphredil. I can't tell you how it ends.
hobbitgirl11: Here's the next chapter. I try to update on Mondays because I don't have school on Tuesdays. (I can stay up extra late to update.)
Kerla: Well, I promise there won't be very many extra sad scenes like that in here. Sad stuff, as well as some other writing styles I can do....just one I have a bit of trouble with.
Saralitazie: Well, thank you for taking the time out to review and I appreciate the luck. I'm glad you like my little tale.
pixie88: Here's some more! You'll get to see how an elf, taken out of her surroundings, responds to this Muggle world fairly soon. I'm glad you liked the song.
Lydia2: Here's an update! I hope you like it!
PixiePea000: I have my anti agent defenses in place in the form of a bunch of rebels (whom I'm sure you know) and I'm updating as fast as humanly possible. According to a certain someone I may be an intelligent AI but, alas, I'm not. Anyway, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith.
Lindiel Eryn: My sister was, literally, waiting all night for someone to thank Lord of the Rings for not being in their category. She nearly fell off the couch when she heard that guy say that. Choice as a problem comes up a lot so I decided to try my hand at it. I'm glad you liked it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Niphredil did not like this new world---not in any way, shape, or form. It was not like her home. It was noisy and smelly and the people did not look as she did. She wanted to go back to her home with its trees and the people who looked like her. People were mean and she did not understand why.
What had upset her most, out of everything that had taken place, was that people said she was here because her parents did not want her. That she had been sent away because she was strange, with weird ears and an odd lilt to her voice, and no one wanted a strange child.
She tried to tell them that her mother had made her leave because she was in danger. They just laughed at her.
The final straw had come when one of the workers had tried to take her necklace away from her. They said she was not allowed to have it because it was from her mother and no one was allowed to have anything from their parents here. Niphredil, scared that she was going to have the one thing that came from her home taken away and unable to make the humans go away, had climbed up a tree and refused to come down.
They allowed her to keep her necklace but, from that day on, they kept a careful eye on her.
Six months later...
"I think we've found the child you're looking for," gushed a blond woman in her British accent.
She was speaking to a couple both dressed in dark, conservative clothing. They looked with disdain at the children playing all around them.
"I sincerely hope you have. We've traveled many miles to get here and fit this into our very busy social calendar," said the husband, a sandy haired man wearing a suit and tie.
His name was Jay...Jay Jones.
"Does it meet all our specifications?" questioned the wife.
Like her husband she had sand colored hair. She was wore a dark colored skirt with a matching jacket and a white blouse. The mere presence of these children seemed to offend her in some way as she kept giving them dirty looks. Her given name was Katherine Jones but she preferred to be called Kay.
The blond woman, a worker at this home for abandoned and unwanted children, seemed to be taken aback by the other woman's statement. She realized, with a sad shake of her head, that with the type of money these people had, they could ask such questions.
"She's just half a year older than you requested but, other than that, she's just what you're looking for," the woman replied, trying to keep her tone light.
"Now, her age may be a problem. We were prepared to offer a large sum of money for a year old child," Jay stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Please don't be put off by her age, Mr. Jones. She's a wonderful little girl," the woman countered.
Since her arrival, no one had shown any interest in the child in question. That as attributed to the fact no one could quite figure out what this child was. She was smarter than the others her age and had shown a strange grace about her.
"Is she unusual enough?" Kay asked stiffly.
That was the key to whether or not they were going to take this child. Adopting unusual, foreign children was all the rage in their Westchester, New York community. This was the reason the Jones' had traveled all the way to London. They'd been told, by someone on the look out for a child for them, that a highly unusual little girl had been located.
"Very, even for our standards," the blond answered, "She's about a year and a half old but amazingly coordinated, speaks very well, and is quite bright."
The blond woman led the couple to a vast play yard. It was a bright, warm day and all the children were outside enjoying it.
"Let's see, where is she?" the worker wondered, aloud.
"Over there serving her time out. We just got her out of a tree, again," answered her fellow worker.
She followed his pointed finger to a lone finger sitting at a picnic table.
"Is she disobedient? I want a child who will listen and obey whatever I say," Jay snarled.
"Oh no" the woman answered, coming to the little girl's defense, "she listens very well. It's just that she likes to climb trees and we don't want her to get hurt."
She failed to mention, though, that the child liked to climb trees because she claimed that the trees could speak to her. There was no need to ring that quirk up now and, besides, the child would eventually grow out of it.
The worker walked over to the picnic table and took a long look at the little girl sitting there. She wore denim coverall shorts with flowers on both cuffs and shoulder straps. A few more flowers were sewn onto the pockets of the coveralls. Underneath the coveralls, she wore a leaf green, short sleeved t-shirt. Underneath the table were white tennis shoes and the little girls ink colored hair was pulled into a messy ponytail.
"Munchkin, I'd like you to meet the Joneses'," the worker said in a soft voice.
The little girl looked up at the couple, regarding them with dark eyes.
"Hello, how are you?" she said, her voice formal.
She, then, went back to watching the swans that were paddling around in a pond in the park across the way. She liked swans; they reminded her of the boats at home.
"What's her name?" Jay hissed to the worker.
"Ask her," the worker suggested, "You're the one looking to adopt her."
"My name is Kay and this is my husband Jay. What's your name?" Kay asked, speaking as slow as molasses.
Turning her attention away from the swans and back towards the couple, she gave the human woman a questioning look. Just because she was little, it did not mean she was not smart and could not understand what she was saying
"It is very nice to meet you. My name is Niphredil," she said, after babbling something in a strange, musical language.
"What was that?" Kay asked the worker.
"Niphredil---that's what she likes to be called, not Fred, Nippy, Dilly or anything like that---has her own little language she likes to speak," the worker said with a smile.
"We'll just have to break her of that, if we decided to take her," Kay commented to her husband.
"That is a very pretty name," Jay commented in the same molasses slow voice, "Do you know what it means?"
The little girl shrugged and went back to watching her swans. She was trying to figure out a way to get them to come over to the fence so she could see if they really looked like the carvings on the boats at home
Kay, with her discerning eye for jewelry, spied something glittering from around the child's neck.
"What's that you've got around your neck?" Kay questioned in a falsely interested tone.
Niphredil pulled her necklace out of her t-shirt, watching the light play off its surface.
"It is mine," she said, sounding slightly angry, "my nana gave it to me. You can not have it."
She turned away from Jay and Kay, stuffing the item back into her t-shirt.
Kay, meanwhile, turned to Jay who looked to the woman who had brought them over to Niphredil.
"Don't you take things like that away from them?" he bit.
"We've tried countless times but he won't let us. Other than that one item, she never says 'boo' about her parents or her nana," the worker replied.
They couple was about to start arguing with the worker-woman when a strange sounding song filled the air. The three adults looked around, trying to locate the source of the odd sounding melody.
They found the source sitting a bit away.
Niphredil had wandered away from the bench and was sitting in the grass near the surrounding fence. At the fence were two large, white swans. Somehow the little girl's singing had attracted the birds to her.
She looked over her shoulder, giving the worker an innocent smile.
"See, she is very unusual," the worker said.
"Where do we sign?" asked Kay, determined to take the strange little singer home with her.